Monday, February 11, 2008

My Piano


My sisters and I grew up in a very musical family. We all loved to sing, but of course some of us shouldn't, including myself. Some of us have wonderful voices, some played the violin, guitar, but what I fell in love with was the Piano. Actually it was my sister and I. Every Weds we would walk together to take our lessons from Mrs. Stein. She was a wonderful older lady who taught us classical to boogie woogie. Of course I wanted to learn Smoke on the Water, but that wasn't happening. I just wish I kept with it....as I grew older my priorities changed. But my love for my piano is still alive. Sometimes I sit and play but I never get bored just looking at it.




11 comments:

Chauncey said...

sweet, Bethy!

Jean Levert Hood said...

Beth, what a lovely story! Your photos make the story come alive.

joonbeam said...

Bethy, thank you so much for sharing your story. I feel very strongly about pianos, too. I love seeing your gorgeous photos and gaining more insight into your life. It's important to feel connections to our friends.

marion said...

Gorgeous images, Beth. And a great story, too.

Kary said...

beautiful, Beth!! I get a kick out of your teacher's name ... WhEEE!

Mickey and Madeline Art Glass said...

wonderful photos and fond memories for me as well

liv said...

Love your photos and memories.

Amy Esther said...

what a sweet little story. It really reminds me of my mom...she used to play and every once in a while when she's stressed she'll sit down at the piano...

GrayEyedScorpio said...

Beautiful piano.
The longing for musical talent is over-powering sometimes, isn't it?

High Desert Diva said...

Nice. Wish I could say the same. I can play a mean Mary Had a Little Lamb though!

Jezabels Jewels said...

ohmy...your images are so lovely!